Marco Antonio Medina Astorga

When you look at me, what do you see?

Today, yestarday and everyday, I am thinking about moments, unforgettables moments. It is not easy to understand what is happens close to me when you are there, because you steal my attention.

Everything get stopped when your smile increase slowly in your cheeks, when you stretch hands between your long brown hair. Those minutes became little seconds and all turned faster. It is good, it is fanstatic.

I know you are there, and at the moment, it is enough...



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